November: three weeks gone already!

Mostly pictures but includes an update and continuation of last post’s Sheffieldisms

Friday 15th November 2013

Pond pics:
DSC_0245GrebeThe one grebe chick remaining.

 
 
 

DSC_0249FungusDog dirt? No, it’s fungus.

 
 
 

DSC_0259SparrowSparrow

 
 
 

DSC_0303PondThe pond. Ian and I took almost identical pics separately and tweeted them within minutes of each other without any collusion.

 
 
 

DSC_0387LichenLichens are showing more as leaves die.

 
 
 

More Sheffieldisms

Further to last post’s notes.
As before: t’ represents a sound that varies by context – anything from “th”,“t”, “d” through “uh” to “¦” where “¦” represents a very slight rear-of-mouth-semi-gulp – there’s probably a name for it but I don’t know it. Also “a” is short as in ‘hat’ rather than long as in southron’s ‘bath’ barth.

T” reminds me that the full thee and thou remonstration goes:

Don’t thee ‘thee and thou’ me.
Thee ‘thee and thou’ them as ‘thees and thous’ thee,
And see ow tha likes it.

Presumably from days when English, like many languages, differentiated between familiar and formal words for “you”.
(I’ll leave it to you to translate)

and also this:

Oo wa shi wi? Wa shi wi ersen? → Who was she with? Was she alone? (literally: Was she with herself?)


Others:

Pikelets → a relative of a crumpet. Thinner & bigger – like an oatcake or drop scone?

Owt and nowt → anything and nothing

Mardy was often used as part of the insulting name mardy bum or mardy arse or even mardarse.
(Sheffield group The Arctic Monkeys recorded a track “Mardy Bum” in 2006.

To have the monk on → sulking, monosyllabic, mardy.
      “Don’t talk to Bob, he’s got t’monk on.”

A parky → park-keeper.
      “Better gerrout o’ t’park before eight or t’parkies ‘ll get yer.”
But:
To be parky → to be cold (of weather).
      “Eyup burrit’s parky out …”

To be starved → to be very cold (of people) but see “nesh” in previous post.
      “… a were reight starved.”

Can’t touch me, me father’s a bobby! Note, that’s a short “a”.

Tiggy and tiggy off ground → playground game → tag – surprised to find(google) that this is thought to be an Australian word.

Spice → Sweets.(That’s confectionery not puddings.)
We had kali suckers(kay lie) that were tubes of sherbert (white powder that fizzed in the mouth) sucked up through tubes made of liquorice (likkerish).
Speaking of which, you could buy liquorice root to chew!

A gennel or ginnel (soft “g” like “j”) → narrow passageway, probably between terraces of houses.

Sneck → a door latch or a nose.
Drop t’sneck wen tha guz out. → Latch the door when you leave.
Keep thi sneck out! → It’s none of your business.

Saturday

DSC_0464FlySunning on timber.The old sleepers supporting some of the surroundings of the pond provided a welcome basking place for flies.

DSC_0473GrebesAdult grebe pair.

DSC_0475ArchyArchy.

DSC_0525RobinMorse Lock’s robin.

DSC_0553StarlingsThe nearest we get to a murmuration here.

DSC_0568GrebeStill here – youngster.

DSC_0593SkySunThe sun’s rays were a must to record.

DSC_0598DunnockDunnock or hedge sparrow. I didn’t know they were the same beast 😦

DSCw_0611TreesLove these trees against the sky.

Sunday

Didn’t set foot outside all day.catz
Cat Thoughts And Deeds
“It’s four in the morning, what can I find to play with?”
*Sees human’s bare foot peeping out from under covers*

“Where can I sleep to show my love for my human?”
*Settles down on human’s face*

“What looks clean & should be free of cat hair?”
*Kips on tea towel and oven glove*

“Thing is on top of other thing.”
*Pushes thing onto floor*

“What’s that noise?”
*Tuna tin being opened three rooms and a staircase away*

Monday

Now, this is a truly British tree …DSC_0624Birch

           … whereas this is a furriner.DSC_0646Acer

It was a little damp …DSC_0709RainHaws

           …the neighbour’s anti-cat fence looked like a display in a jeweller’s window.
           (the pic doesn’t do it justice 🙂 )DSC_0739Wire

A preening great crested grebe on t’pond:DSC_0628Grebe

And a colourful mallard waiting to be fed.DSC_0730Mallard

More stuff

A coal cellar was the coyl ‘oyl

Weer reight down in t’ coyl oyl
Weer t’muck clarts on t’winnders.
Wiv used all us coyl up
An’ weer reet darn to t’cinders.

We are down in the basement
Where the dirt sticks to the casement
We’ve used all our coal up
And we’re completely down to the cinders.

It continues about hiding from the “bum bailiff” who’s demanding payment of rent – I once recited it (pissed) at a folk festival in Blairgowrie in Scotland and it got a reasonable reception.

Throughout the country terraced houses (and others) had grates in the pavement in front which, when lifted, gave access to a slide down which sacks of coal would be emptied into the cellar below.
The front step, a stone block, would be whitened regularly and the cellar grate blackened by “respectable” housewives.
      (for USians: pavement = sidewalk)

The roadway would be causey (causeway).
So the kerb was t’causey edge.

Pop your clogs → die. (pop → pawn; hence no longer need your shoes. cf “Pop goes the weasel”)

Tha meks a better door than a winnder → You make a better door than a window → Said to someone who’s obstructing your view.

Lake → play, waste time, as in “What tha lakin at?” → “what are you playing at?

… enuff to dig t’dogs in t’teeth wi. → Having plenty, or almost too much, of something. lit: enough to dig the dogs in the teeth with. (!)

Yorkshire Anthem:

‘Ear all, see all, say nowt;
Eyt all, sup all, pay nowt.
An’ if tha ever duz owt fer nowt
Do it fer thissen.

Yorkshire Motto

Where there’s muck, there’s brass.

Tuesday

Pond, canal and Shireoaks tip “Woodland”. It’s what has been reclaimed from Shireoaks pit’s waste heap. Not a bad job.

Swans come and go on the pondDSC_0760swan

 
 
 

There’s a danger of long tailed tits replacing Grebes as my favourite birds. Talk about cute!DSC_0782LongTailedTit

 
 
 

Robins are the least shy of birds.DSC_0809Robin

 
 
 

Favourite canal view – again.DSC_0830Canal

Get yer corvids here!DSC_0848Crow

 
 
 

What is a RojerB post without a teasel?DSC_0862Teasel

 
 
 

Just grass:DSC_0869Grass

 
 
 

Marsh orchid seeds.DSC_0877MarshOrchid

 
 
 

The official name of Shireoaks tip:DSC_0915Woodlands

 
 
 

Little brown job, probably a sparrow:DSC_0976FHSparrow

 
 
 

Little brown job, probably a dunnock:DSC_0990Dunnock

 
 
 

Passing by:DSC_1042Gull

Wednesday

Berry, berry nice: (sorry!)DSC_1058BlackbirdBerry

 
 
 

Poser!DSC_1063Robin

 
 
 

Of course, some turn their backs, like this goldfinch:DSC_1069Goldfinch

 
 
 

I think this is a campion:
DSC_1073Campion
DSC_1076Campion

 
 
 

A pigeon tree. Love how they’re all facing the same way.DSC_1086Pigeons

 
 
 

Sometimes I hovers …DSC_1210KesDSC_1245kes

…and sometimes I puts the wind up littler birds:DSC_1263Kes

 
 
 

Narrowboat “Swansong” through Morse Lock.DSC_1279NBSwansong

Thursday

A wren, very unusually, posed for several photographs:DSC_1349Wren2
DSC_1344Wren2
DSC_1329Wren2
I even made a ‘gif’ of it (you might need to ‘click’ the pic to see it animating):Wren

 
 
 

DSC_1391WoodwormWorm attacked hawthorn root at peg (1).

 
 
 

DSC_1693skylineClouds.

 
 
 

DSC_1666BlackbirdAlmost a silhouette, but not quite.

 
 
 

DSC_1659BlackbirdAgain a blackbird against the sky.

 
 
 

DSC_1626SkyTreeLove this winter tree.

 
 
 

DSC_1505FungusFungus in Tranker wood.

 
 
 

DSC_1501TWoodThe nearest thing to a footpath in the wood.

 
 
 

DSC_1475SparrowsSparrows in a hedge – not “hedge sparrows”!

 
 
 

DSC_1431Lady LeeLady Lee quarry reserve.

 
 
 

DSC_1404CampionMore campion.

 
 
 

DSC_1395GoldfinchesA goldfinch tree.

 
 
 

DSC_1394SkySun through clouds.



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12 thoughts on “November: three weeks gone already!

  1. We just called it tig. I suppose I might have heard them say tiggy over here. I get confused sometimes, with having lived in 3 countries, as to where I heard what. Occasionally I forget and ask for the wrong thing, like an ice cream float (American) instead of a spider (Aussie) or just a good old fashioned ice cream drink (Scottish). They do, however, have pikelets in Oz,, and I hadn’t heard of those in Scotland. They are basically smallish pancakes here.. You can buy them in packets like crumpets and warm them up.

    I wish people still said thee and thou. I’d like to be thee’d and thou’d. Although unrelated, this reminds that we say thon where I come from, as in “See thon cup, bring it ben the room afore he cowps it”. Language is utterly fascinating.

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    • I think we even had variations of slang between parts of Sheffield and definitely games had different names in different schools.
      That sounds very much like the pikelets I remember..

      We do still “thee and thou” – without realising it mostly. The number of times “What’s tha (thou) want?” is uttered must be in the 10’s of thousands a day.

      What’s “cowps”?

      A lot of Yorkshire dialect is apparently from Norse, whereas Scottish is from Gaelic (?).

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      • I was dreaming about some weird variation of pikelets and crumpets not an hour ago, so thanks for that! Well, I’ve never been thee’d thou’d but I think it’s adorable 🙂 I missed some of this the other day, maybe I was viewing it on my phone, anyway those cat thoughts made me laugh. My cat might add “It’s 2am and I’m lonely. I’ll just go stand on the authority’s chest and stare intently at her face till she wakes up.” The swan is breathtaking. As are the clouds. And now I know what a corvid is. Told you I learn stuff on this blog 🙂

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      • I’ll have to see if I can get anything out of this (not) delightful government as a subsidy for being an educational resource!

        (I only use “corvid” to hide my ignorance of exactly which of that family it is)

        Forgot the “stand on chest and stare ….” cat thing – had it often enough!

        Half the thing about photos is selecting which ones to show out of the (literally) hundreds taken and then cropping to their best.

        Thanks for the kind words. 😉

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      • I think Scots and English are from the same root, which is why they have the same basic construction and similar sounding words. But I am too tired to check at the moment, it’s 5.11am here and I should still be asleep. Should is rather a pointless word at the best of times though, since clearly I am not. Gaelic is substantially, confusingly different from both, as I have discovered when visiting Eire as dh tried to follow the Irish Gaelic signs (Scots Gaelic branched off from Irish Gaelic long ago but they have the same basic root). He thought he could guess what some of them meant, the way you sometimes can with French, or Italian etc. I was asleep at that point or I could have saved us the 15 mile round trip that resulted. There does seem to be some truth in the cliche that men don’t like asking for directions 🙂

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